May 15, 2021 — Oversharing. Yes, that’s how I roll. This horrifies almost everyone who loves me. But, I have to write. Whether anyone reads it or not is irrelevant.
I’ve been getting requests for updates. I appreciate the love and support during this most recent adventure.
People keep asking me what they can do. I have absolutely everything I need and more, but here’s what you can do. Please pray for my Pastor Roberta Meyer in her struggle with cancer, my friend Whose Name I’m Not Sharing who has only one good eye and is having issues, my friend Robin Lawrence in her struggle with cancer, Pastor Roberta’s granddaughter Kennedy who needs to gain weight before spinal reconstruction surgery, my childhood friends Cindy and Tim who are both suffering from serious, painful health problems.
And on a wonderful note, we rejoice for the birth of our new great-great-nephew and niece, Owen, and his twin sister Jo, who were born May 4 to our great-nephew Austin and his wife, Coray, in Cincinnati. They also have a two-year-old, so their household is mighty busy. We thank God for the precious gift of these beautiful babies (both over five pounds) and the lives they will lead. A prayer is a powerful tool–I believe talking to your Higher Power can change your attitude and doesn’t hurt, either.
Okay, now let’s get caught up on surgery. I expected everything to be as it was twenty years ago. Why do we as human beings fail to realize that we age? How do you see yourself? I see myself as about 37 years old. But it’s really like Snow White looking in the mirror and seeing the old hag in the reflection. I still can only see Snow White, and as Fernando would say, “She looks marvelous.”
Now I was knocked out, so I didn’t know, but it sure caused some excitement with the Gas-Passers on board, an MD, and a CRNA, for which I’m grateful. I had been given general anesthesia (as opposed to conscious sedation) because this was a lengthy surgery with several items on the “to do” list. A bigger tube was used to open my airway during the bronchospasm, which left me with a big fat lip and a sore throat. The surgeon was not able to do everything on his list. He did, however, fish out the old lens and replace it with a new one. There’s a good chance my peripheral vision will return, which helps with balance and depth perception. My central vision in that eye is likely not returning. The surgeon would make a second pass at placing a gas bubble in the macular hole that’s developed. I had this surgery two years ago, and it did not work, so I’ve been without central vision in that eye since then.
When the pressure returns to my left eye, the good news is that the vision will likely come back. I’m wearing an eye shield with a patch over it to hold it in place, so I can’t wear my glasses. I can read perfectly well with my right eye, especially on my large computer monitor, but I can’t see distance. I’ve been listening to podcasts, including one on Lady Bird Johnson that usually accelerates my nap within thirty minutes. It’s a good story — she was a smart businesswoman who influenced LBJ’s presidency more than we knew at the time. But the podcast also has a melatonin quality to it.
So all is well here at Squirrel Vista, where I am grateful for good doctors, a smoking hot male nurse named Herman, and loving family and friends who prayed and reached out.